Saturday marked Tilly’s 8,673rd visit to the Home Depot. Or something like that. The reason for the trip? We needed supplies to repair the duct work under our house.
Of the many smallish projects we tackled this weekend, I want to highlight this one as it yet again demonstrates a popular theme here in the Savannah Bungalow household these days — you can do a lot more than you think if you’re willing to give it the old college try…
Here’s the rub: When, a few weeks ago, we removed the bad laminate flooring that had been laid over the original heart-pine in our kitchen, we had to remove the register box, which caused the duct work to collapse. Our house is built on brick stacks (rather than a solid concrete plinth, like a lot of modern houses) so we could peer down through the floor and see the duct line laying in a heap a few feet below, where it blew precious hot air onto the dirt. Not so good.
The task, of course, necessitated someone go under the house through our creepy crawl space door. Was I excited about the prospect?
No. I was not. Because… spiders. Besides, Manny is both very brave and very good at figuring things out. We both knew he was the right one for this unenviable task.
(A note about the photo above. The yellow lab is parents’ dog, Abby. You can’t see her face here, but she is beautiful. They’ve had her since she was a puppy and I love her so.)
It actually took us two visits to the Home Depot on Saturday to get all of the supplies we needed (namely, the correctly sized register box from the HD website).
Then it was under the house for Manny.
Full disclosure, when Manny declared we could do this, I was a teensy bit skeptical, but I liked his initiative.
Also, though I was not actually under the house, I’d like to think I was an integral part of the success of this project (*coughs into hand self-consciously*). Via the register hole in our floor, I passed him necessary high-tech supplies. Like duct tape.
It took us about two hours, and there was a lot of swearing. But he got everything fitted together again, propped correctly, and nailed into place so that it won’t slip out again.
A further note: See the floor around the register in that detail shot? Yeah. Not so nice. There’s a post down the line about our Herculean efforts to save the poor original heart-pine floor in our kitchen, which has been mistreated over the years in all of the ways a floor can be. Every single human other than Manny and me who has seen it has said it is too far gone to be saved. My stepdad, Steve, who is one of the great heroes of this project (he spends all of his weekends, and many of his weekdays, here helping us and sends us about ten messages a day reminding us of supplies we need to order and parts of the project we need to begin… ), has stopped short of dashing our floor hopes and valiantly assists us in our revival efforts despite what I can only imagine are his own serious doubts.
Finally, because it’s Monday, here is a little video featuring Beyonce that somehow manages to combine the throwback cartoon allusion in today’s post-title with the video for “Single Ladies.”